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Once more in time I embrace the pleasant opportunyity [sic] of droping [sic] you a few lines in answer to your very kind and interesting letter which came to hand some weeks since I would have written ere this but heard of so much fighting down there that I thought it useless to write. I have no news of interest. This is new year and we are all busy. I am still teaching. My school has six weeks of being out. I enjoy teaching so much. I don't think I will ever follow any other employment. Well, I saw some Christmas though could not enjoy myself with a free good will as my mind was fillid [sic] with thoughts of other days when all was quiet and peace at home and abroad. Oh! That we had peace as in days of yore. I am so tired of war yet I am still in for a vigorous proscention [sic] of it until the last trailer quails beneath the fire of Uncle Sams Boys. I hope yet to see the Star Spangled Banner floating over the United States as in days when we knew no war. Well we have some snow nowadays in old Adair. It has been snowing two or three days and is still falling slowly. The white flakes (apearing [sic] as so many large feathers) are chasing each other to old mother earth where they find a temporary resting place. Oh! That I was a little child again so that I might enjoy the childish sport of snow balling &c. Well I am not married neither is there any prospect of such an occurrence. I have a widower bean tis true but then he and I are not taking on any. I am the same wild mischievous Wagen and could not live if it were not for a spice of romance occasionally. I don't think I could love any one. My hearat is too calous [sic] and I know no one could love me so I will be an old maid.

Once more in time I embrace the pleasant opportunyity [sic] of droping [sic] you a few lines in answer to your very kind and interesting letter which came to hand some weeks since I would have written ere this but heard of so much fighting down there that I thought it useless to write. I have no news of interest. This is new year and we are all busy. I am still teaching. My school has six weeks of being out. I enjoy teaching so much. I don't think I will ever follow any other employment. Well, I saw some Christmas though could not enjoy myself with a free good will as my mind was fillid [sic] with thoughts of other days when all was quiet and peace at home and abroad. Oh! That we had peace as in days of yore. I am so tired of war yet I am still in for a vigorous proscention [sic] of it until the last trailer quails beneath the fire of Uncle Sams Boys. I hope yet to see the Star Spangled Banner floating over the United States as in days when we knew no war. Well we have some snow nowadays in old Adair. It has been snowing two or three days and is still falling slowly. The white flakes (apearing [sic] as so many large feathers) are chasing each other to old mother earth where they find a temporary resting place. Oh! That I was a little child again so that I might enjoy the childish sport of snow balling &c. Well I am not married neither is there any prospect of such an occurrence. I have a widower bean tis true but then he and I are not taking on any. I am the same wild mischievous Wagen and could not live if it were not for a spice of romance occasionally. I don't think I could love any one. My hearat is too calous [sic] and I know no one could love me so I will be an old maid.